Chapter 3- Crowly has a nightmare
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Crowly parked his vintage car in the most desolate part of the moors he could find. Thoughts rushed trough his mind so fast he could hardly keep up with them. What was he going to do????
He knew nothing would happen to his beloved vehicle, it wouldn't even get wet. But he loved the car more then he loved himself, and worried about it. He gave the dashboard one last loving kiss and said goodbye, screwing his eyes shut as he focused his mind.
When he opened them again he was in Azriphale's cosy book lined shop. The angel was sat in a ragged, moth-eaten armchair, slippered feet resting on a matching stool. Early copies of the Beano were stacked at one side where the angel had been cataloguing them. Ever since Adam had replaced his stock, the angel had become more and more interested in children's books. A first addition signed copy of Winnie the Pooh was in the angel's lap.
Azriphale stared at the demon in front of him. Crowly was a mess; his hair had been pulled out of style with worry, his nails chewed, shoulders shaking and his skin had grown so white you could almost see through him.
"Anthony, you look like a ghost. You should sit down."
He gestured to a chair that had appeared by a fire that had suddenly flared up in the grate. The demon collapsed into it. Azriphale noted the he hadn't even bothered to complain about the use of his first name. He placed a hot cup of tea laced with something a little stronger into Crowly's unprotesting hands. They shook so hard he removed the cup at left it on the mantle piece. The demon was letting of steam.
Crowly found the angel's presence strangely comforting. He let him fuss for a bit, before forcing himself to concentrate. He didn't want to lose all his pride.
"Tell me Zira, how many angels are stationed on earth?" he asked.
The question seemed to take the angel by surprise.
"Isn't it obvious? The same number as there are demons. We have to keep things in check."
Crowly let the despair sink in. he was the only demon on earth. The angel sipped his tea; completely oblivious to the bloody danger he was in. Bloody adorable stupid angel…
Azriphale wanted to worry quite a bit now. It didn't seem right to be so complacent. It made him frustrated. He could sense Crowlys feelings and didn't like them one bit. His friend was completely helpless, completely miserable. Crowly had always had some sense of surety around him. It was a cocky, egotistical surety but it was surety all the same. It should be unnerving to see him so lost thought the angel. Damned emotions.
"I tell you what, my dear. You look too tired to talk. Why don't you stay here the night, hmm?"
"Mmmpf" was the demons only reply. Bloody oblivious…
The angel went on.
" You can have my bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa if you want. You are welcome to stay as long as you need too. Sleep for a month it makes you feel better." He said generously "in fact, I may too. I am starting to get a little frustrated with work. Perhaps we could both do with a break, hmm?"
Crowly snored.
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Something woke Azriphale from his not-really-very-comfortable sofa. There was a cry from upstairs. He fumbled around for his slippers, then gave up and willed them on his feet. He padded softly upstairs. Another cry came from his bedroom, followed by a long string of sobs and mutters. Crowly was having a nightmare.
The angel hovered in the doorway, not quite sure what to do. Feathers floated from the torn quilt, and settled around the demon. Crowly hissed, his eyes open but unseeing to all but his dream. Azriphale concentrated, slipping himself into Crowlys sub-consciousness.
-eat. Taste it. Try it. Take the apple. Crowly didn't want to say it. He struggled against it, trying to stop the words escaping his mouth. But they kept coming. Tassssste it. Pepper was staring at the golden fruit, transfixed. An animal in the trap. The angel didn't want to speak. He didn't want to fall. The girl plucked the apple from the tree, starring. Jussssst one bite… She raised the apple to her mouth. Crowly struggled; trying to twist out of the scales that trapped him like a straight jacket. He shouted sssstop! Too late. Pepper had taken the bite. Crowly watched with horror as her expression changed: a cloud over the sunny features. He watched her blush and fashion clothing from the leaves of the tree. He watched her give the apple to Adam, the innocence fading. He screamed as the boy bit. Screamed as the lighting thundered across Eden. Screamed as the children of God kissed at sank to the ground, entwined. Screamed as he fell; cast out by the Angel and the Sword. The pain was unbearable. Rejection, loneliness, pain. He fell…-
Crowly screamed himself awake and Azriphale returned to his doorway. The demon lay staring at the ceiling, his bare chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.
"Zira?" he whispered.
The angel wanted to rush forward and hold him as he would a child, but knew the demon would never forgive him.
"Yes?"
"I didn't want to fall. I just hung out with the wrong bunch of angels."
"I know." The angel replied. Of course he knew. He had been one of them.
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Why did I write that? Why? I think this story is going to tell itself rather than let me tell it. Its getting out of controll!!!! Quick! Review before it takes over!!!
You know the score by now.
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Crowly parked his vintage car in the most desolate part of the moors he could find. Thoughts rushed trough his mind so fast he could hardly keep up with them. What was he going to do????
He knew nothing would happen to his beloved vehicle, it wouldn't even get wet. But he loved the car more then he loved himself, and worried about it. He gave the dashboard one last loving kiss and said goodbye, screwing his eyes shut as he focused his mind.
When he opened them again he was in Azriphale's cosy book lined shop. The angel was sat in a ragged, moth-eaten armchair, slippered feet resting on a matching stool. Early copies of the Beano were stacked at one side where the angel had been cataloguing them. Ever since Adam had replaced his stock, the angel had become more and more interested in children's books. A first addition signed copy of Winnie the Pooh was in the angel's lap.
Azriphale stared at the demon in front of him. Crowly was a mess; his hair had been pulled out of style with worry, his nails chewed, shoulders shaking and his skin had grown so white you could almost see through him.
"Anthony, you look like a ghost. You should sit down."
He gestured to a chair that had appeared by a fire that had suddenly flared up in the grate. The demon collapsed into it. Azriphale noted the he hadn't even bothered to complain about the use of his first name. He placed a hot cup of tea laced with something a little stronger into Crowly's unprotesting hands. They shook so hard he removed the cup at left it on the mantle piece. The demon was letting of steam.
Crowly found the angel's presence strangely comforting. He let him fuss for a bit, before forcing himself to concentrate. He didn't want to lose all his pride.
"Tell me Zira, how many angels are stationed on earth?" he asked.
The question seemed to take the angel by surprise.
"Isn't it obvious? The same number as there are demons. We have to keep things in check."
Crowly let the despair sink in. he was the only demon on earth. The angel sipped his tea; completely oblivious to the bloody danger he was in. Bloody adorable stupid angel…
Azriphale wanted to worry quite a bit now. It didn't seem right to be so complacent. It made him frustrated. He could sense Crowlys feelings and didn't like them one bit. His friend was completely helpless, completely miserable. Crowly had always had some sense of surety around him. It was a cocky, egotistical surety but it was surety all the same. It should be unnerving to see him so lost thought the angel. Damned emotions.
"I tell you what, my dear. You look too tired to talk. Why don't you stay here the night, hmm?"
"Mmmpf" was the demons only reply. Bloody oblivious…
The angel went on.
" You can have my bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa if you want. You are welcome to stay as long as you need too. Sleep for a month it makes you feel better." He said generously "in fact, I may too. I am starting to get a little frustrated with work. Perhaps we could both do with a break, hmm?"
Crowly snored.
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Something woke Azriphale from his not-really-very-comfortable sofa. There was a cry from upstairs. He fumbled around for his slippers, then gave up and willed them on his feet. He padded softly upstairs. Another cry came from his bedroom, followed by a long string of sobs and mutters. Crowly was having a nightmare.
The angel hovered in the doorway, not quite sure what to do. Feathers floated from the torn quilt, and settled around the demon. Crowly hissed, his eyes open but unseeing to all but his dream. Azriphale concentrated, slipping himself into Crowlys sub-consciousness.
-eat. Taste it. Try it. Take the apple. Crowly didn't want to say it. He struggled against it, trying to stop the words escaping his mouth. But they kept coming. Tassssste it. Pepper was staring at the golden fruit, transfixed. An animal in the trap. The angel didn't want to speak. He didn't want to fall. The girl plucked the apple from the tree, starring. Jussssst one bite… She raised the apple to her mouth. Crowly struggled; trying to twist out of the scales that trapped him like a straight jacket. He shouted sssstop! Too late. Pepper had taken the bite. Crowly watched with horror as her expression changed: a cloud over the sunny features. He watched her blush and fashion clothing from the leaves of the tree. He watched her give the apple to Adam, the innocence fading. He screamed as the boy bit. Screamed as the lighting thundered across Eden. Screamed as the children of God kissed at sank to the ground, entwined. Screamed as he fell; cast out by the Angel and the Sword. The pain was unbearable. Rejection, loneliness, pain. He fell…-
Crowly screamed himself awake and Azriphale returned to his doorway. The demon lay staring at the ceiling, his bare chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.
"Zira?" he whispered.
The angel wanted to rush forward and hold him as he would a child, but knew the demon would never forgive him.
"Yes?"
"I didn't want to fall. I just hung out with the wrong bunch of angels."
"I know." The angel replied. Of course he knew. He had been one of them.
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Why did I write that? Why? I think this story is going to tell itself rather than let me tell it. Its getting out of controll!!!! Quick! Review before it takes over!!!
